Continuing with our series on the parables, this time with Luke 15: 1-10, two short parables about being lost and being found. The lost coin and the lost sheep. And the rejoicing when they are found! I’m not sure exactly where I am going with this, except following my theme of joy!
Here’s a picture of a few folks kneading their prayers into the bread dough, as well as the dough rising as I’m about to bake it tonight!
Rather than give you a rundown of my week, which had nothing out of the ordinary in it, (although it’s only Wednesday!) here’s a short reflection on spring… on the first day when the wind finally felt warm.
This year, spring didn’t rush in. It lingered at the edges—cool mornings, stubborn winds, trees hesitating to bud. It felt, at times, like the world was holding its breath just a little longer than expected. And then, today, a day when the wind shifted. Not sharp or biting, but soft—carrying warmth instead of chill. The kind of wind that brushes your face and makes you pause, makes you notice. Something has changed.
Late spring has a way of teaching me patience. It reminds me that new life doesn’t always arrive on my timeline. Growth can be quiet, hidden, unfolding beneath the surface long before we see it. Roots stretch deeper before shoots reach upward.
That first warm wind feels like a promise kept. A whisper that life is still stirring, still rising, still finding its way. Even after long waiting, even after doubt. And maybe that’s what we’re invited to trust: that the seasons are still turning, that what feels delayed is not denied, and that new life; gentle, persistent, and full of hope is already on its way.
St. James United Church Dartmouth 